Fantasy is Better than Reality

In the beach, I made a sand castle. Small but memorable. Hard to build but fun. Amateur-made but a masterpiece.

Should I let the waves thrash my sand castle?

But the waves didn't even ask my permission. I just looked at the sea then to the ruins of my castle. Where'd it go? Are the king, queen and princesses safe? Where are they?

A hand tapped my shoulder. "It's ok. Who cares about it anyway? You still have more sand castles to build."

But it wouldn't be the same. It never would. I haven't even built a sand castle in my entire 18 years of living.